Date: Wed, 30 Jun 2004 08:24:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: pfieffer
Subject: Reborn as a Horse-Dicked Teen, Part 1
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I woke up, disoriented and feeling very, very strange.
I groggily tried to remember what had happened last
night. I vaguely remembered going out to a bar,
drinking with this hot guy, we went back to his place,
sat on his couch, smoked some weed, and somehow the
conversation turned to sexual fantasy. He talked about
some of his, I talked about some of mine, back and
forth until we were talking about the stuff that
normally we don't let out of our heads to other
people.
I was 53, had had a moderately successful life,
excluding not finding that true love I always wanted
(well, outside of my dogs and cats, anyway), and a
vague feeling of not doing what I had set out to do at
20 - standard mid-life crisis stuff. I don't know what
other's thought at their mid-life crisis, deep down
inside. I mean, I know we all feel dissatisfied, etc.,
but what else? In my case, a fantasy I had had since I
was 15 was extremely strong in my head, and one of the
primary things I jerked my very respectable, thick 7
inches to. I had a fantasy of being a teen boy -
barely a teen, with a cock not just man-sized, but
donkey-sized. A true freak between the legs, like a
"Tom of Finland" cock or a "Giants" cock out of Inches
magazine, only on a boy just about to enter high
school. This was the fantasy I told the dude I was
with (I never did get his name).
He asked a few questions, and I gave him some of the
details since he was curious - I was well aware that
incest 99% of the time is a really bad thing that
fucks up kids, but the fantasy of incest did it for me
nicely. I babbled on about how big the cock and balls
would be, how much cum I would make, even down to the
amount of body hair (none, except for a small bush,
barely more than peach-fuzz), and general appearance
(blond, tan tow-headed pooka shell necklace-wearing
boy). I even brought him in on the crazier parts -
like immune to disease (say, like AIDS or herpes),
being able to fuck nuts deep without killing or even
hurting the guy (well, a bit of hurt - that glorious
hurt of being stretched wider than you've ever thought
possible), being able to get fucked by a cock as big
as my own or bigger, infinite hardons, always massive
amounts of cum regardless of how many times I had
splooged, asses being perfectly clean no matter how
deep I go (and of course me always being clean), etc.
Stuff of fantasy and magic more than reality. Then
after telling him all this, having a few more drinks
and hits, I passed out.
I opened my eyes, knowing that I should have a
hangover, but instead felt very alive, energized,
somewhat wild. As my eyes focused, I realized that I
wasn't in my room. My room was a tasteful
Neo-classical, this looked like a kid's room. There
was a poster of Justin Timberlake and a few other
"Teen Beat" posters on the wall. There was a desk with
a 17" flat screen iMac, and I could see a calendar on
the wall with the days marked off until a day in the
beginning of June called, "Move Day." That was the
day-before-yesterday. At least that much was
normal...it was the right day of the year - early
June, 2003. There was a window above the desk and I
could see the Golden Gate bridge, so at least I was in
the right part of the world, but beyond that pretty
much everything was getting very strange.
I started to move to pull back the covers and get up,
to see what was up, and froze. The arm that came out
from under the blanket to pull it off of me wasn't my
arm. It was a thin boy-arm with a light dusting of
almost white hairs. I brought out my other arm. Yep,
same thing. Highly confused, but thinking a very
bizarre thought, I slowly pushed the blanket down. A
hairless tan boy-chest just starting to develop was
revealed. I pushed down the covers more - exactly more
of the same, a flat, hairless belly. I stopped just
below my belly button. Bizarre thought. Did somehow my
fantasy come true? Was I dreaming? I did the classic,
but always slightly silly act of pinching myself. It
hurt, and that's always supposed to mean it's real, so
I pushed down the blanket slowly, until the very top
of the groin was exposed, and finally some body hair,
but only peach fuzz.
I held my breath. The feeling between my legs, and the
lump barely unexposed led me to believe the best, but
'cmon, I mean, I was already in a state of "must be
dreaming". I pushed the blanket down slowly to my
knees, groaning and muttering various epitaphs of
disbelief. It looking like I was in the body of a
perfectly normal young teen boy, but the limp cock
that was revealed was a well over a foot long, and was
thicker than the forearm of my previous body. The nuts
were the size of cantaloupes, the nut sack so huge it
was pushing my legs apart. I lay there, stunned for a
moment - actually a few moments.
I looked down at my hairless, barely teen body (how I
knew I was thirteen-and-a-half years I didn't know),
and at the hideously huge mass of man-flesh between my
legs. It was as big as some of my fantasies (I
actually also fantasized about bigger). I picked up my
shaft. So heavy. My boy-hand next to it made it look
even bigger. I laid it in both hands, one at the head,
the other at the base and a foot worth of cock sagged
between them. I then noticed a full length mirror on
the closet and was torn. Do I play with my new found
super-cock, or do I take a look in the mirror and see
myself. It was pretty easy decision. I pulled back
the last of the covers and stood up, giggling at the
slight unbalancing effect my weighty package had as my
15-inch long limp dick and knee-hanging nuts swayed as
I stood up. I turned and looked back at myself in the
mirror - and groaned in dazed wonderment.
I was my fantasy kid. I knew I was 13 1/2 years old,
and that's just how my body looked - like I was 13.
Smooth, hairless body except for a light dusting of
hair for pubes. I was blond, real blond, and it was
short and spiky in one of the current fashions. My
face was almost unbearably cute. I wasn't sure what it
was, but my face had a choir-boy meets California
surfer/skate-kid, with only hints of the man I was to
be. That was a weird thought. I'm 50, no 13 1/2. Still
utterly Dazed and Confused about what is going on. My
eyes roamed downward, over my chest and belly, then
down to the wonder between my legs.
As stated earlier, it was 15 inches long. Again, I
knew this, but didn't know how. It was also just over
3 inches thick, 10 inches around. I was a normal
13-year old. I was 5'5" (ok, a bit tall but my "dad"
was/is 6'4"). That made my limp cock hang past my
knees. I was cut. My balls were even more amazing.
Each was 6 inches across, my nut sack hung almost as
low as my cock, but short by an inch or two, and in
width it hid my legs in spots - that's both legs.
One thing about my cock - I was 13, but my cock didn't
look like a 13-year olds dick. It was a man-cock,
thick and veiny, slightly darker than my body - and I
mean veiny! Thick, pinkie-wide veins crisscrossed
around the base and up the shaft.
It was then I noticed a piece of paper taped to the
mirror. I pulled it off and there were two notes. I
read the top one:
"Hey Sport,
I was called into work early and didn't want to wake
you up on your first day of vacation. I put your
allowance for the week in your wallet, so you'll have
money for food. Remember what I said about going out
and exploring. I should be home around 6. Be home when
I get there, and don't forget to take your cell phone.
Love,
Dad"
As I read it, information kept leaping into my mind.
We had just moved here. My dad was a doctor and tended
to work long hours and be called in suddenly. Now,
don't get me wrong - he spent a lot of time with me.
There was just a good amount of days that I didn't see
my dad all day except when he came in and kissed me
good night as I was sleeping when he came home, just
like there were 3, 4 day stretches when he wasn't
working and it was just "us" time. My parents were
divorced. My mom made it clear that she was too busy
with her boyfriend to share custody so my dad had full
custody, with my mom needing to ask for visitation,
which was just fine with me. My dad was my caretaker
growing up, and my mom always seemed to never find
enough time for me. Don't worry, I was in therapy for
this, and already had an appointment setup to continue
it, except of course that the kid who suffered through
that was gone somewhere, though I did have his
memories. I grew up in a mid-sized Midwest town, and
we lived there because my mom liked it and had a job
there. My dad hated it, and I hated it also. Tight,
fundamentalist town and a gay kid with a massive cock
don't mix. (I'd been huge my entire life - but prior
to this morning I had "only" 9 inches (hard). I knew,
and yes, I already knew I was gay - only out to my
parents, which is one of the reasons my mom rejected
me.) So, after the divorce my dad packed us up and
moved back to his home territory, San Francisco,
California. I also knew my dad and I were NOT screwing
around together, but the bulge in his pants had always
started to intrigue me, and that my mom paid out a
large sum instead of child-support and my dad had
money anyway, so we were rather well off.
Below this note was another, in a neat, tight
handwriting.
"Thank you for the night of drinking and smoking.
You're fun to be around. You don't know my name, and
you don't need to, but you should know you were
drinking and smoking with the Demi-God of
Homosexuality. I enjoyed your fantasy, and was
intrigued by it, so your fantasy has been granted. You
really are the 13-year old boy you are seeing in the
mirror, and will age normally. You are a 13-year old
with a super-cock and balls - which will continue to
grow, and the rest of the fantasy has been granted
also - all of it, and a few more things you didn't
think of.
Do not worry. The boy you now are would have died in
the middle of the night. A hidden heart defect caused
his heart to fail early in the morning while you were
passed out. His spirit has left, and yours put in.
Your old body will be found dead of a heart attack,
but, as you said last night, you have no family, and
very few friends. Don't worry, I've made sure your
dogs and cats are well taken care of.
Enjoy your new life."
I stood there in my room, shuddering, almost fainting.
I sat down on the floor, then jumped up screaming. My
nuts were so large and hung down so far that I had
started to sit on them. I sat on the floor again, this
time making sure my nuts were not in the way. I sat
there on the floor, trying to absorb what I had just
read. I was 13 again? With the knowledge and
experience of a 53 year-old man, and the cock of a
god? And everything else? Immune to disease? Cumming
and cumming? Being able to stick it in people without
killing them?
I sat there, stunned, unable to move. Luckily my cock
decided what I was going to do next. With a slow
throbbing feeling, my cock began to get hard. With
each pulse it grew longer and thicker. 16 inches, 17
inches, 18 inches. It started to pick itself up, a
monstrous thick veiny dick arching out of my crotch,
over my knees, well over. At 5'5" my inseam was only
like 26 inches, so my knees were 15 inches or so from
my crotch. So limp, my cockhead bounced past my knees
(or would if my massive balls weren't in the way), but
once it started to grow, it wasn't how close it was to
my knees, but now close to my ankles.
With each beat of my heart my cock grew and grew -
thicker, longer. Like any teen-boy it didn't want to
lay down - it wanted to stand up proudly. At 18, 19
inches it was starting to elevate, and by the time it
was 20 inches it was sticking up from my peach-fuzzed
crotch, continuing to swell. I watched in unbelieving
awe as the head swelled, as veins bulged as my
barely-teen mega-cock reached its full size. I looked
at it and began to giggle - it was just too much. My
cock was 24 inches long. 2 fucking feet! And almost
any guy out there would be thrilled with half as much.
The shaft was 5 inches wide at middle, and a bit
thinner at the base and before the head. Oh, that's 16
inches around, by the way. Veins as thick as my pinkie
finger ran across the shaft, and my urethra (that's
the piss-tube, btw), was thicker than my thumb. The
head was a monstrous perfect cap, darker than the
shaft, and easily the size of a cantaloupe (strangely
enough, about the same size as one of my nuts). And
out of the massive gash that was the piss-slit, and
constant flow of precum poured out, within moments of
getting hard, my cock and balls, was coated with my
slickery secretion and it was pooling on the floor.
The shaft had a slight upward curve to it. It actually
looked a lot like my old cock, just 4 times bigger or
so. And all this was jutting out of my 13-year old,
peach-fuzzed crotch.
My balls had pulled up a bit with my erection, and
swelled a bit. Now, I was sitting, my cock was
massive, and the head was right in front of my face.
My mind was spinning, my thoughts becoming more and
more directed to the monstrosity throbbing in front of
me. I reached out and pulled the shaft towards me, the
huge head, and reached out with my tongue and ran it
across the length. I almost screamed in ecstasy as I
did so...licking a cock that a horse would be proud
of, only it was mine, and feeling both my tongue on a
cock and having a cock with a tongue on it. At this
point I totally lost control. I hugged my meat to my
body with both hands, my mouth and tongue licking and
sucking as fast as I could. My precum was sweet and
sticky, quickly coating my face and wetting my short,
spiky blond hair, then my hairless boy-chest as I used
my entire smooth boyface to help my tongue and lips. I
starting moving my arms up and down where they hugged
the impossibly thick shaft, jerking it with my whole
body, since both of my hands didn't even begin to get
around it. I could hear myself moaning and slobbering
over myself. The feel of touching and licking an
enormous cock, and to have a stallion-prick being
worked on, had me over the edge if just a couple of
minutes. Screaming into my cockhead, I began to bust.
My nuts drew up, and I had just enough time to notice
that they were bigger, much bigger now, before they
began to drain.
My first shot exploded out, splattering against the
ceiling - and kept cumming. I wasn't shooting shots of
cum - I was hosing out cum. For a minute my cock
busted out its load. The first jet spray out,
splattering against the ceiling with an audible
*splat*, and just kept coming. For a solid minute my
cock ejaculated a solid streamer of sperm, as thick as
my thumb. I barely had time to catch a breath before
the next jet, and the next sprayed out. The first 5
minutes were taken up by only 5 shots - each one
lasting a minute! The next 5 minutes probably had 20
or more spurts, lasting from almost a minute to the
last few "only" being a few seconds long. By the time
I was done, every surface in my room was coated with
cream, and I was sitting in an ankle-deep puddle of it
on my bedroom floor. I don't know how much cum I made,
but it must have been gallons upon gallons.
I sat there, my cock still hard and throbbing, my
balls only slightly drained, wondering what I was
going to do with all the cum, when it started, well,
the only term I can think of is dissipate - like
alcohol evaporating. A thought floated up in my head -
this was another aspect of the Gift of the Queer God.
There are many times when having gallons of cum
dripping from every surface is a good thing, but some
that it isn't - like when it soaked my computer system
and stereo and carpet. For those occasions, my cum
would coat, then dissipate. Handy. Seems like he was
telling the truth when he said he'd taken care of
things I didn't think of.
O.K., so I had busted one load, but my nuts were
quickly filling with another - and I mean filling.
They were actually visibly swelling as my level of
arousal grew. Why was it growing? I was looking in the
mirror at a cute 13-year old with a cock of a
stallion, and it was ME!
Now what? I mean, I could sit here all day perfectly
happy stroking and sucking my enormous rod, and was
trying to think of why I shouldn't, after all, my
"father" didn't know about my transformation, nor
would he ever. He was protected by the "Buffy Effect."
For those of you who don't know Buffy the Vampire
Slayer (you poor folks), in the show, bizarre things
happen all the time, but the people in the city just
brush it off with lame explanations (an attack by
vampires written off as a bunch of bikers on PCP).
Lines like, "We'll have a great year, if we don't
loose so many players to unexplained deaths," and "How
did we not notice this big, honking castle in the
middle of town before?" are common. Like the city
folk, my dad would never notice any strange behavior
on my part, and my interactions with others would be
kinda "protected." You'll see what I mean. Thinking
that, I wrapped my arms around my cock, shoved my face
back into the head and began working my meat over.
This time I wanted to hold off for just a little bit
to see if my nuts kept swelling. It was hard, I was a
13-year old boy, but I was also a grown man who had a
rather decent amount of cum control. So, instead of
being 13 and cuming in less than 3 minutes, I held off
for a full 10! During this, my nuts churned, swelling
with cum. By the time I was ready to cum, my cock was
iron stiff, veins as thick as one of my fingers fully
engorged, the head was fully flared out, almost as
tight and as rigid as my shaft. Precum was fountaining
out in a 6-inch high spray. By this time, my nuts had
swollen from cantaloupe size to something almost twice
as big, and when I came - I thought I was going to
pass out on the first shot. It just kept shooting, as
I writhed and screamed by ecstasy. It probably took 15
minutes to finish cuming this time. By the time I was
finished, I was laying there, trying to catch my
breath, in a 6-inch deep, room wide, puddle of sperm.
I lay there panting, coated from head to toe in cum -
hell, my room was so deep in my juice that it almost
covered my thin, 13-year old body. Slowly it
dissipated and I stood up, groaning at the weight of
my cock and balls tugging on my crotch. I probably
would be a pretty normal 110, 120 pound kid, but I was
closer to 130 with my new, amazing equipment. On a
lark, I got up and opening up my closet. I giggled as
I realized all my clothes had been re-tailored to fit
my crotch. Pants with large pouches at the front to
hold me, a pair of Speedos that had a custom-built
tube running around the thigh to hold my shaft (and it
wrapped over half-way around my body. Yeah, that's
right. My waist was small enough that my cock wrapped
around, the head past my ass) and a pouch up front to
hold my nuts. I was looking through all my clothes,
when I noticed a long box on the floor. I opened it
up, and my cock jumped to attention immediately.
In it was an 18-inch long, 4-inch thick dildo, with a
pair of nuts like softballs at the base. My tight
boy-hole started twitching, thinking about having my
ass reamed by it. I grabbed it, and started rubbing
my precum all over it, getting it lubed up for me.
With the cups of precum I was pissing, it was only a
matter of moments before I had it lubed from head to
balls. I positioned it on the floor standing straight
up, put the head at my 13-year old, virgin butthole
and shoved myself down as hard as I could.
Now, let me stop for a moment and explain something -
yes, I'll get back to getting an arm-sized dildo up me
in a moment. I realized 2 things just before doing
this - one, I could trust the gifts, and that included
an ass than can take a telephone pole without ripping,
and two, I could also be a 13-year old boy. What does
that mean? Well, remember, I'm a 53-year old man, with
all those experiences and knowledge. But I was also a
13-year old boy who had just moved away from a bad
situation into a new city and a whole new environment.
And who had a cock bigger than most donkeys. I could
literally let me 53-year old self-drift into the
background and enjoy and experience life as a 13-year
old (with a mega-dick) - with my 53-year old self
still around to help guide me. I did not want to go
through the hell that all of have in puberty - AGAIN.
Once is enough for any 2 lifetimes, but I'd be guide
my 13-year old self though the rough spots. Confused
enough? Let me tell you, it kind of has to be
experienced.
Anyway, my 13-year old self just impaled myself on an
arm-long, fist-thick dildo. I screamed at the
pleasure, and the pain of my virgin hole being
stretched as wide a woman giving birth, and the
pleasure of having a huge rod shoved into me. Like I
thought, my gift included not immediately having to
call 911. I howled and grunted as I forced it all into
me, until I could feel the huge balls pressed against
my crotch.
My 2-foot cock was harder than it had been all day. It
was almost painfully hard, the head swollen a taut
dark purple, the shaft covered with finger-thick
veins, my balls drawn up, looking like 2 beach balls
glued to the front of my body. Precum was pouring out,
fountaing in a foot high piss of precum. I bounced up
and down and the dildo, long, 15 inch long strokes,
raising up until the huge head is stretching my hole,
slamming down until my ass cheeks hit the floor. I did
this for about 5 minutes, my cock so hard it barely
swayed as I bounced. I was coated in precum, the room
was getting coated. The floor of my room sticky and
slippery with it. I didn't touch myself. I wanted to
see how long it would take to cum just from getting
fucked.
The answer is 5 minutes.
I truly don't remember the first 5 or so minutes of
cumming. Well, I do remember being locked in a solid,
muscle-clenching, eyes-bulging rush of ecstasy as my
ass convulsed around the dildo and my cock shot, and
shot, and shot. My room was 3 inches deep in cum when
I regained the ability to think and by the time I was
done cumming, about 15 minutes again, but even more
cum, the room was a foot deep in my splooge. I fell
back, literally almost floating in a sea of my own
sperm, catching my breath, the dildo still in me.
After 3 cums, I was still very ready for more, but
also wanted more than just a solo session. I wanted to
freak guys out with the freakish thing between my legs
and have them suck, lick, kiss and get impaled by my
outrageous, 2-foot long, 13-year old prick. I lay
there, floating in my cum, my half-hard, 20-inch long
cock flopped onto my chest, my nuts floating between
my legs, thinking about where I could go. As a 53-year
old, I could go to sex clubs, bars, etc. As a 13-year
old, I can't even get into an R-rated movie without a
parent. Hell, I can't drive either. Luckily, San
Francisco is not a town you need a car in. Between
BART and MUNI, (light rail and busses and some
subway), you can get anywhere. Also, I was going to
have to deal with the fact that I was 13, and not all
guys get into the fantasy of a young guy such as
myself, and a lot would be afraid of being arrested
for child molestation. Now, I knew they wouldn't. It
was part of the Gift. Now what?
I got up and as I did, the cum dissipated. I went to
my closet and put on a pair of shorts and in the style
of the day, a shirt that hung very low, half-way to my
knee - which, with the cut of the shorts, gave the
hint that something was back there, but it took
lifting up my shirt to truly get a good look at the
obscenely huge bulge in my shorts. Between my 15-inch
long, 3-inch thick limp rod and my 8-inch diameter
nuts, the bulge defied description, but imagine a
13-year old blond skate punk with a ball-bulge as big
as a basketball and a limp cock snaking over them,
down the shorts leg until it was at my knee. Even in
the loose, baggy shorts I was wearing barely contained
my mass. I stood in front of a mirror. Anybody who saw
me would either figure I had stuffed a basketball in
my pants or that I was hung more than a
horse...probably the former.
Now, I actually had a problem. Where to go? If I was
18 I'd be headed to the nearest bathhouse or other
place where gay men go to get off, but I was 13. Heck,
I couldn't even get into a R-rated movie! That ruled
out almost all of my favorite places, but there were a
few cruise spots I knew that would work. The place I
was thinking of specifically was a park that tended to
be so cruisy guys fucked and sucked right there. There
were times at night where there were 30-odd guys
cruising and fucking, but during the day it was still
active.
I headed out into the hallway (my dad and I lived in a
large condo in a set of towers) and walked to the
elevator. Let me tell you, it was a new experience
walking with a package like this. With ever step it
swayed, I could feel the weight of it pulling on me.
It took all the self-control I had not to pop a boner
over the sensations. When I got into the elevator,
there was an older guy, mid-40's I'd say already in
there. I boarded and he shot a quick look at me, then
did a double-take and his eyes locked on my crotch. I
looked back at him, smiled, and lifted up my shirt,
exposing my full package. I could see his cock get
rigid hard in his pants in the few moments it took to
get to the ground floor. Just before we did, I lifted
up my shorts leg to let him see the fist-sized limp
cockhead at my knee, the off-boarded, relishing the
stunned look on his face, and the stain on his pants
where I made him cum just from looking at me. This was
going to be fun.
I stood at the bus stop for a few minutes, getting
stares from all over. One guy on skates was staring so
hard he crashed on a curb. I boarded MUNI and got into
the way-back seats, sat, well, actually sprawled, I
was 13 after all, and spread my legs. Anybody across
from me who looked could easily see my massive head
and shaft as it disappeared up my leg...and somebody
did. A young guy, early 20's, was seated across from
me and he too looked, then did a massive double-take.
It was just us in the back...the nearest person was
several seats up, so I pulled up my pants leg,
exposing about half of my limp shaft, 8 inches or so.
His cock was rock hard in his pants and he was
massaging it looking at me, almost not realizing that
he was doing it.
I got up and sat next to him. He stared at me
wild-eyed. After all, here I was, a 13-year old kid,
with a huge, monster cock...what to do? I helped him.
I took his hand off his cock and put it up my shorts
leg so he could feel the shaft and that it was real.
"H..h..how old are you?" he panted.
"13," I replied, nonchalantly.
His hand jerked back.
"You're too young, but you have...how? So big...but
too young!?" He whimpered.
By this time we were at the park.
"Get off with me here," I said. "No one will find
out...it's cool...and you do want to see the whole
thing, don't you?"
He followed me off the bus like a zombie, knowing he
shouldn't be messing around with a 13-year old, but
transfixed by a cock larger than he had ever
fantasized about. We walked through the park until we
reached the cruisy area, and I took him to a pretty
secluded glade I knew of, walked in there, turned to
face him, undid my shorts and let them fall to the
ground and stepped out of them. Within moments of
hitting air, my cock swelled from its limp 15 inches
to its full, throbbing 2 feet, the head drooling
precum, my balls churning away.
"Suck it," I commanded, thrilling on being a 13-year
old boy with such control over grown men.
He fell to his knees, slobbering all over my cock,
wiping the massive head on his face, coating his body,
hair, with my precum, sucking as much of the head as
he could into his mouth, shoving his tongue deep into
my piss-slit to drink my precum from the source. I
grabbed my shaft and began to hit him with it, causing
moans each time my 2-foot long, five inch-diameter
dick slammed into his body and face. Precum was
pissing out in an inch long fountain, wetting him and
the ground.
"Get on all fours, NOW!" I commanded again, and the
pussy-boy began to protest.
"There's no way it will fit in my ass! I shouldn't
even be here! You're only 13...what am I doing?!?"
He protested for a moment until the pheromones from my
crotch hit him, driving all thoughts but queer-lust
from his brain. He got on all fours, legs spread wide
so my short frame could line up with his. I put my
cockhead against his asshole and he whimpered. I
laughed, knowing how much fun this was going to be.
I pushed in, as hard as I could. His asshole resisted
for a moment, then it ripped open and the first foot
of my cock slide into him. He stiffened, then his body
convulsed as he came under me, his cock shooting hands
free from having the first half of my 13-year old,
2-foot penis pushed into him. I started to fuck him
with short, hard strokes, trying to get more in, and
in it went. Each thrust a bit more went in, until with
a huge shove, I forced it all into him, my massive
nuts swaying, pushed against his ass. The entire time
he was gibbering, howling, screaming around my cock,
lost in the lust of being fucked by a fantasy: a
barely-teen, stallion-dicked boy. For me it was the
first time I got to use my huge meat, for him it was
an ultimate fantasy come true - I mean, how would you
like to go cruising in a part a find a 13-year old,
tow-headed boy wielding an arm-long cock?
I pummeled him hard for about 5 minutes (again, it was
that 13-year old thing again) and then began to unload
in his ass. His eyes grew wide as he felt my cum jet
into him... a solid hose of cum that would be shooting
10, 15 feet and more spraying inside of him. He
screamed as he filled up with my boy-cream, cumming
with me, not needing to touch himself again. My cum
began to spray out of his ass, around where my cock
was splitting his hips wide, my cock so thick it
forced him into a spread-eagle. For 10 minutes I came
inside of him, by the time I was done the grass around
us was pooled with my juice, this time not
disappearing, but staying there, oozing and spreading.
I pulled out of him, my still-hard cock jutting up and
out, precum pissing out of me, and turned around and
saw that there were a good half-dozen men standing
there. Some were jerking furiously looking at me,
others had cum - at least once and were just jerking
their limp dicks looking at me, but every one was
bedazzled by my meat.
"Who's next?" I asked, pulling my cockhead to my mouth
and kissing it, drinking my precum.
To be continued?